"En la hora más profunda de la noche, confiésate a ti mismo que morirías si se te prohibiera escribir. Y mira profundamente a tu corazón donde se extienden sus raíces, la respuesta, y pregúntate a ti mismo, ¿debo escribir?"
Rainer Maria Rilke.

 

 
English translation:
I promised to love you forever.
I meant it; there weren’t any doubts in my mind.
If destiny had a different plan and I hurt you accidentally: I’m sorry.

If I let you go, if I didn’t defend you, it was my heart being blind. What a stupidity, losing you to realize it.  I’m sorry.

I’m not seeking for love or hate, I have enough with my pain. I curse this episode, the worse part is that I was the one who wrote it. Demons are waiting for me, those left by your memory, those playing with me. I know it’s cowardly asking you forgiveness in a song. I’m sorry… I’m sorry…


If I could go back in time, I wouldn’t hide my feelings,
Silence was the most violent deception.
My terrible experiment failed…

 
If I kept you away from me, if I failed you and left,
it was because my lies scared me.
You believed me and I became so good while pretending.

I’m not seeking for love or hate, I have enough with my pain. I curse this episode; the worse part is that I was the one who wrote it. Demons are waiting for me, those left by your memory, those playing with me. I know it’s cowardly asking you forgiveness in a song. I’m sorry… I’m sorry…